“Lolo! Lee!” Samantha called out, practically flying down the stairs.
Her grandfather’s siblings, seated in the living room, glanced at her in surprise. Even Lee turned to watch as she hurried toward them.
“Samantha, why on earth are you running like that? A proper lady walks with grace,” Grandmother Leanne chided, her sharp gaze settling on her.
“Sorry, Lola,” Samantha mumbled, but barely slowed her steps as she moved toward her grandfather. “Lolo, I just saw—” She faltered as her eyes landed on the large TV screen, where a news report played. Her stomach twisted.
“Is this why you’re rushing in here like the house is on fire?” Grandfather Lyndon asked, his tone dry.
“You really picked an interesting husband. Just like his father,” Grandmother Leanne remarked, arms crossed, watching t
